It should first be noted that I am drunk. I was already drunk, standing with a bunch of airmen wondering if they could tell how drunk I was. I was aware of Carter talking to someone, then laughing laughing at them like they said something that made no sense. Teil'c was near the door and Danial was amusing some young flyboys by the bar. Then suddenly Carter, who had been standing with her back roughly to me about 3 feet away on my 4, was standing way too close.
She kissed me on the cheek. I wish I knew why. She had one hand on my shoulder and put the other one on my other cheek, and she kissed my cheek. I did not touch my cheek where she kissed me, and I did not hold on to her as she walked away with a smile on her lips, but when she kissed me I put my hand on her waist and felt the curve of the top of her hip. I think that feeling, that moment will… I don't know how to say how these things stick in my mind. I don't want them to. Much.
So many maybes. Gah. Why am I writing this? I really need to remember to delete this from the mission report before I submit it to Hammond. It was just a little down time party with a whole bunch of the SGC staff. I don't even remember why I went. Or who drove me home. Huh, where is my truck?
Oh well, I'll figure that out in the morning.
At least it is distracting me from the feel of the curve of her hip. I so rarely touch her, or her me. Without reason anyway. I wonder if she is thinking about it too.
Right, I should go to bed now. And definitely delete this part before I submit the mission report.
I hope she is thinking about it too.
No, I hope she is asleep thinking of nothing by now, but I will dream she is thinking about it too.
AN: I'm drunk, and channeling a drunk fictional cournel. Feedback would be grand.